I may as well just type the story that person wrote, they said they didn't care so...
BEYOND THE 4TH WALL.
"come on snowy" said the 19-year old TinTin to his dog snowy. Infront of them was a transparent border of some sort.
Snowy whines in disagreement.
"Oh okay then, just sit here and wait for me okay? I'm off to investigate!" Tintin says to snowy.
Snowy sits and barks as if he's saying "yes"
Tintin walks into the strange border and comes out on the other side, before him was a damp cold and dark landscape.
"Odd...what is this place?" TinTin asked himself as he walked foward, hearing the squish of mud in his shoes, caking at the bottom of the slacks and messing them up. TinTin didn't seem to care, he wasn't paying attention to that situation, he was more focused on the strange land in front of him.
Before continuing onward, TinTin turns around to wave at snowy, only...not to see him sitting there, he didn't even see the town!
"Hm....Did I walk that far already?" Tintin thought confused. He shaked off his suspicion and continued walking foward in a straight path so he wouldn't get lost. Each step he took the space around him got darker, the temperature appeared to drop every few feet Tintin walked, making this strange even more unsettling.
While walking, tintin spotted something, two somethings in fact...eyes? Yes eyes! Faceless, floating eyes. Staring at our curious fellow.
Tintin approaches and looks into the eyes "Hello...What are you?" Tintin asked, recieving no response.
TinTin continues to walk past the eyes, until another pair of eyes pop up out of nowhere, causing Tintin to jump and fall on his back, covering the back of his coat in mud, and causing a damp musty smell to rise from the ground, invading the young mans nostrils.
Tintin stands up, now all wet and dirty and continues onwards, seeing more eyes staring him down. Tintin walks past the eyes and continues down this strange landscape.
The darkness is heavy, completely blurring Tintin's vision, no light anywhere. While walking tintin trips and falls on his knees, feeling something sharp cut into his skin.
"My leg!...I must've landed on a rock and scraped it!" Tintin said to himself. Not wanting to leave an open wound Tintin decided he had seen enough and to head home.
Tintin couldn't wait to be in the warmth of his apartment, reading his favorite book, with snowy sitting on his lap.
A gust of cold wind breaks Tintins' train of thought.
"I've been walking forever....where is the town?" Tintin ask himself slightly unsettled, he stayed on a straight path he surely must be at least close to the town right?
He continues walking forward, thinking he may have turned unknowingly, he starts doing turns just in case, no luck. How long has it been? What exactly is going on?
Starting to Panic, Tintin walks faster, hoping he would see lights, hear snowy bark, anything, any sign that he was close to home.
After a few minutes Tintin walks even faster, then he starts sprinting, then he starts running.
"Where is the town?"
"Am I lost?"
"WHERE AM I?!" Tintin shouts to himself.
He runs some more. Running straight, then doing turns like before.
Tintin came to a stop as he ran out of breath, feeling weak he plops into the damp ground face first, he looks up once for hope, just to see more of those emotionless floating eyes, then he just plops his face down in defeat.
Tintin couldn't understand , he has always had ideas on how to get out of situations, but this time he was out of ideas and out of energy.
Tintin slowly sat up thinking to himself "Will Thomson and Thompson find me here? Will Captain Haddock and Professor Calculus notice i'm missing? My poor Snowy! What do I do? Oh What do I do?!"
While he was thinking Tintin noticed that he has started to tear up, he has no one to cry to, no one except the emotionless eyes staring at him.
He puts his face into his hands and started to sob, while telling himself, "What have I gotten myself into now?" He just sat there, sobbing, because what else could he have done?
Poor Tintin was trapped, unable to run away, and all alone with no one to comfort him, his only company being blank emotionless eyes, staring at him.
